Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ireland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Five Americans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Supertramp,
Angry Samoans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
the Human League,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
This Heat,
Black Pus,
Freddie Wadling,
The Black Dice,
Slick Rick,
Bronski Beat,
Josef K,
Siglo XX,
The Star Department,
Crooked Eye,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Womack,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fall,
Ituana,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
The Evens,
Fela Kuti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
L. Decosne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moby Grape,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Cluster,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
X-Ray Spex,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dirtbombs,
Susan Cadogan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion,
Intrusion,
The Mojo Men,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
Eden Ahbez,
Organ,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.